Christina and I decided to seek some normality and try some outdoor dining this weekend
And right away it’s not normal…we have to scan the bar code with our phone to get the menu (what do actual “Boomers” do?)
I kept my usual good cheer while reading the menu on my damn phone
And the drama begins! I ordered Escargot and Christina decided to give it a try
The facial expressions are too much…it’s just a snail!
You can’t nibble it! Eat it!
Here we go…
This is the part where she tries to pretend it’s not a snail in her mouth
She turns her head…hoping she can keep the thoughts at bay…
And she just remembered that yes, it is actually a snail in her mouth
UH-OH…is she going to keep it in her mouth?
HERE IT COMES!!!
It’s over…she did it! And it wasn’t that bad, and now you like escargot, right babes?
And that’s a firm NO on the escargot
The rest of the dinner was drama free as I had beef wellington
And Christina had short ribs
And in her usual embarrassing fashion, my wife asked for ketchup for her potatoes
I believe this is the moment I told her only children dip their potatoes in ketchup. Good times.
On Saturday night we went out again…and this is the only picture because the frustration of the Covid stupidity 2 nights in a row beat us down after the seafood tower…
Major thanks to the gang at “Our Bar,” in Reno for this fantastic OUR BAR/ RAD RADIO/ TAHOE BLUE VODKA sign they made us for our game room!
Speaking of Tahoe Blue Vodka, could I interest you in some Tahoe Blue Vodka Sweet Tea?
We end with my wife creeping on me Sunday night as I fell asleep apparently with Scout the Labrador in my arms…